I have slept on stone pillows
in nights of vivid dreams amid hours
of wakefulness and You
there listening, whispering;
we wrestled, too, and I think
a joint displaced would be fair
exchange for a blessing
in these weeping hours
of deep introspection.
That is the nature of this struggle —
an inward look that should be
outward, upward, beyond
the shallows of ego;
it is really a matter of a rest
I deny myself in an attempt to control
what I have not and could never —
life. That You are mindful of me
gives me this great hope as I drift
in a current of Your design,
learning the lessons
of letting go.
C.L. Fisher, July 2020
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